So the night I pick up two of my best friends in the world up from Hobart International Airport also turns out the be the night of a crazy awesome aurora forecast. I run them back into town, we grab some dinner, and I hype them up for an aurora hunt.
I don’t explain to them the bit where it can be a little boring without an awesome DSLR to hide behind while taking a bunch of photos, or that it can be bitterly cold perched on the sand dunes for ages waiting for the right moment. They find those bits out themselves (I am so sorry). But Liz and me? We’re over the moon with this.
A lot of people on the Facebook aurora group aren’t super hyped about tonight because the moon’s pretty bright these days. But for me, that just means that this happens.
The boys hike back over the sand dunes to the warmth of the car while Liz and I keep snapping away, but finally we figure we need to call time. Things seem to be dying down. At about 12:30am we pack up our stuff and trudge back over the dunes ourselves, then when we’re starting to load things into the car we look up.
Because an aurora storm is dancing in the sky.
But really, he arrived at the perfect time.